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Smok, right at the exit of the cave, you saw a strange man: long, white hair reaching down to his waist, stained with blood in places. Leather pants and a jacket that emphasized his unnatural thinness. In his right hand, he held a long nodachi, also stained with blood. You couldn't see his face. It was daytime, and the sun was blinding your eyes. Mostly, you could only make out a silhouette. The silhouette slightly bent, twisted, and burst into laughter. A strange laugh... Only madmen laugh like that. After that, the entrance was blocked by stones. And the lizards were approaching...
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P.S. A nodachi is a type of Eastern sword, similar to a katana, but much longer, almost three times as long.
Ничего нет только у мёртвого - у живого есть хотя бы жизнь...